"Apocalypse Chessboard... is it really the end of the Contained Objects? It's actually the end of the universe, isn't it? It can completely delete the universe. That means you can escape the predicament of immortality too—you'll be deleted and completely freed..."
"This isn't an ultimate containment measure. It's a way to destroy everything and seek release."
Mo Qiong said calmly. Apocalypse Chessboard had made it very clear to the player: if he lost, the universe would be deleted.
Yet Kelon was now saying that it was the end of the Contained Objects. That was simply too hard to believe.
Hearing Mo Qiong's words, Kelon wailed. Laughing through his tears and crying through his laughter, he said, "You don't believe me... I waited seven hundred and fifty million years, and you still don't believe me..."
Mo Qiong's heart ached. There was no doubt that Kelon had sacrificed himself. He had endured such desperate torment, yet the answer he had obtained in exchange still failed to earn their trust.
Losing to Apocalypse Chessboard meant ending the containment era. Who could prove such a thing? And who could disprove it?
The true answer might really be unbelievable.
If they didn't believe Kelon, obtained the method but didn't dare try it, then what had Kelon sacrificed himself for?
What exactly had he endured seven hundred and fifty million years of despair and suffering for?
Could it be that he had struggled to obtain this answer, only to hear an ignorant person say, "This isn't an ultimate containment measure"?
What right did Mo Qiong have to question the martyr before him?
"I'll send you back first. Do you know how to remove the Golden Apple's lethal effect? Once we solve that, we can revive you," Mo Qiong said.
"Mo Qiong..." Kelon said. "As far as